The Alcoholic Plague

March 5, 2012
By AzureExplosion421 BRONZE, Appleton, Wisconsin
AzureExplosion421 BRONZE, Appleton, Wisconsin
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I can hear the walls rattle with intensity.
Cold, bitter voices boom through the house.
The drunken man staggers toward me.
He tells me I’m worth nothing,
And I can smell his alcohol-ridden breath.

My loathing toward his horrible words,
And his hideous, portly body
Make me clench my hands in fists of rage,
And With fury as my weapon,
I strike his disgusting visage.

To this day, he still hides his corrupt form
behind a deceptive charade.


The author's comments:
I wrote this poem because of an experience that i had gone through many times over

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